" "But they are everything to me," cried Jack, stooping to pick them up. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of tanning. In the heart of the jungle the dog had his private muck baths.
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